Luyện nghe bài hát The Heat

Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is cuttin to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or more i smoke a forrest.
super like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is have to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite I'ma um,
They it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the heat [no back, im here forever]

i recolect the era where and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um ballin, this sounds scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium break dancin on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. no escape yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the hustlers rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake an fake bitches.
Dont me upset my stomach,
them will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my but fly Donald Goines a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
worry you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 of dope in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.